New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1887-06-15

yours is, FaSher M ii, he con inued:
ssand your circuit ism finished yet!
You go, if / remember. as far as Pies
sis and Lande- Girls, as well. The peo-
pie there are not waiting your arrival
with patience, I can tell you. How
ever, they re in my way.
8 TRUST ME WITH YOUR LETTERS;
I'll see them safe and save you a long
and weary journey 6. =
hanks, replied the postman quiet
ly; ''but that is something i must do
myself. =
well, perhaps you are right-you
must obey orders, and talking with q
loquacity which his companion did lit
tie to encourage, he took up the mail
sack which Martin had placed beside
him. and began to examine it, feeling
its weight and turning it about, first on
one side and then no the other.
Il beg of you, said Martin, at. last
noticing what the man was doing, s.to
let that sack alone. You have mixed
up my dispatches now till I can no long
er tell where they belong.''
The man humbly excused himself and
apologized for his awkwardness. ..Nev-
theless," said he ssthe mischief is east
~ repaired. You have only to put them
on the table there and sort them over
again for the places you have not yet
served. y
True, !" said Martin, emptying his
sack and beginning to look over the dis
patches, his interlocutor keeping at a
discreet distance, though he still man
aged to throw a furtive look over the
post-man's shoulder.
Suddenly there was furious uproar
in the corner of the room, and a shout
from his meddlesome nejghbor: ..Quick.
Father Martin, quick! call off your dog
he's strangling met
Martin obeyed, and catching Keep,
whose fury contrasted strangely with
his habitual gentleness, by the skin of
the neck he dragged him to the Chin
ney corner and forced him to lie down.
All these little mishaps irritated
Martin greatly, and he was conscious
as he returned to his work of decid-
ed
FEELING OF DIsTRUsT
And repugnance toward this man, who,
whether consciously or not, had been
the cause of them all. At this moment
the latter, as if to investigate the pro-
gress of the storm, went to the door
and opened it. A wild gust of wind
and rain swept into the apartment.
scattering the letters and papers spread
upon the table, and filling the place
with a cloud of mingled smoke and
ashes.
Martin uttered cry of anger.
''Bah!' said the one who had caused
the accident, s.that is nothing; I'll
pick them all up in jiffy." And pay
ing no attention to the command to
.let them alone as Martin preferred
to attend to his own business, he be-
gan the pursuit of the scattered pack
ages. But, when they had picked up
all they could find, the postman, after
a careful examination, still seemed dis
turbed and troubled.
"Whats the matter?'' said his com
panion. "Do you miss any?''
81 can't tell; but it seems to me I had
another letter.. =
Nonsense; you couldn't have had it;
and if you did, you left it at the Office
Possibly" said Martin to himself,
continuing to rummage and search be-
meath the furniture and in every con-
ceivable place that a letter could hide;
but not finding any thing he finally con-
cluded that his memory had played him
false; for, without seeming to do SO,
he had watched his companion as he
had gathered the letters together, and
it was impossible that he could have
pocketed one without his seeing him.
Nevertheless, he bitterly regretted ever
having put his foot in the house, an in
stinctlve adherence impossible to
shake off having seized upon him in re-
gard to this man, and besides it was
contrary to the usual principles and
habits of discretion which the postal
service impresses upon all it's agents:
''To keep at a distance all who do not
merit confidence"
In the meantime the storm had pass
ed away, and brilliant sun warmed
and lighted the landscape with it's
cheerful rays. AS the postman entered
the adjoining village a woman rose
from the doorstep, where she had been
awaiting his arrival, and ran to meet
him. She was still young and pretty,
though at the moment With a look OF
worry and anxiety clouding the bright
ness Of her face.
"Of course you've letter for me,
Mon. Martin, have you notp"
mo, Mad. Andre; nothing for you
today
.sBut how strange that is!'' Mad.
Andre persisted. 'sMy husband was
to have written to me to-day without
fail. You don't know how his. silence
troubles me- and she shivered and
turned SO deathly pale that Martin
hurried her into the house and placed
her in a chair by the fire.
You will surely receive letter to-
morrow, Mad. Andre" he said to her,
kindly. .sThe delay Of a day is very
readily explained. Something unfore-
seen has simply prevented it's reaching
the Office in time for the mail. There
is no need to worry yet.
ssT lyncw all fh at Mons - Martin ,,